Day 2

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they do.

In the morning it was actually really weird because my mom was talking to me normally....I was like, "holy shit...she's trying to be nice." Nevertheless, I kept my distance with her along with keeping my conversations short. The whole time I was there, I felt like someone had died in the house and we [mom, sister, and myself......dad was at work] were walking around mourning. That's when I realized I needed to leave for a while, so my sister and I went shopping for some stuff and came back around 5:00pm and started watching TV with her.

Well, 5:30 rolled around and my dad got home and we continued to watch TV, without saying much. Around 6:30 I decided to drive back to my apartment, but my mom stopped me and said we need to pray. Now, I'm freaked out....what hell the does the bitch want to pray about....is she trying to pray the gayness away?? Yet, a small part of me says she's praying for the strength to deal with this, and even though I'm not that religious, I'll do it for her. So we pray.

As soon as we're done praying she comes up to me with a bag of rock sugar and some red powder in a ziploc bag and tells me to eat some of the sugar every day and put the red shit on myself so that god can cure me >>>> WTF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????....CURE ME???? Is this a fuckin disease to her? Moreover, the bitch corners me and forces me to take the shit while I hysterically cry [why am i so fuckin emotional!!!???] I look towards my dad for support, but he tells me to go ahead and take it [i know he's just trying to pacify the situation], but I refuse and yell at them, "THIS IS NOT A DISEASE!!!" She responds by saying that she'll do anything for me including pray everyday for me to become normal. WTF ONCE AGAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I'M NOT NORMAL!!! By this time, my sister comes back in the room and see the bitch literally cornering me into the room and asks whats going on, once I tell her that my fuckin "mom" is trying to "cure" me my sister starts getting mad. At this point my mom says that prayer has cured a lot of things like cancer.......OMG.....now she's comparing being gay to cancer!!! WOW! [Don't you all wish you had a caring mother like mine!???]

Now my sister is pissed and see's how obviously hurt I am and yells towards me, "You need to leave the house now, don't listen to them, they're hurting you, just leave!" My dad tries to stop me, but I run into my room and grab my shit trying to leave. Guess who follows?....Yup, the bitch follows me to my room and has the audacity to bring her rosary beads and tell me that i need to pray everyday !!!!!!!!!!! OMFG....GET THIS BITCH AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KNOCK HER DOWN! [Yes, I am violently crying.] My sister and I grab my shit and throw it in my car, but my dad stops me from leaving. He jumps into my car, stops the ignition, and tries to calm me down. He tells me that he loves me and doesn't want me to change, he's happy with me just like I am. He wants me to come back next weekend and help my mom understand >>> THAT SHIT AIN'T HAPPENING !

Eventually, my sister followed me back to my apartment and she'll hang out with me tonight. [Btw...have I mentioned how AMAZING she is?...if she didn't help me leave, I might have gone crazy because I felt soooo trapped earlier!] Also, two of my friends [who are going to remain anonymous...they know who they are] calmed me down while I drove back to my apartment and another friend called once I got back to the APT [I also have some amazing friends!!!]

Its been an eventful two days, but we'll see how this shit plays out. Enough of this depressing shit....watch this video and laugh a little (and find out why i love youtube so much!):